The remnants of a nightmare clung to the edges of my mind like lint, and I couldn't make sense out of it
The remnants of a nightmare clung to the edges of my mind like lint, and I couldn't make sense out of it writing stories
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juderoy29
juderoy29 Fiction writer (mostly).
Autoplay OFF   •   2 years ago

The remnants of a nightmare clung to the edges of my mind like lint, and I couldn't make sense out of it

A diaphanous figure sat near me & watched as I slept

The face looked familiar, so I padded to my office

There he was, staring at me from the painting on the wall

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